Benediction
The Grotesque / Ashen Epitaph
1. The Grotesque
[previously unreleased]
Inner deformity, such a foul deceptive rot.
Conceiving the grotesque. Nothing is but what is not.
Screeds of verbiage, never explained. Gazing at the flames.
Inside the dungeon or my skull, only mawkish thoughts remains.
Grotesque addict, forever shadowed,
darkness clouding me. Absurdity now fate.
Bizzarre dreams, an horrendous nightmare,
nothing left but to hallucinate.
Dementia reigns, a predilection. Total order cease.
Rescrudescent, this condition. Coherency decrease.
Humanity is not to shine, in my bloodless face.
Magnified in travesty, I have been displaced.
See with the eye of the mind. That the lie will speak.
Traumatic cracks in my addiction, made the future bleak.
Paralysed to ruminate, embolismic bitter jest.
Ontologically I'm dead, reborn as the grotesque.
THE GROTESQUE!
2. Ashen Epitaph
[previously unreleased]
The rupture of the brain from flesh, children of the black.
Devouring mother, call her blessed, with impetus they lack.
Glorified spineless tiumph, sick polluted mind.
Grusome child in void, evolution human kind.
Operant child in unity. Unseen, unheard this day.
Floating mind is veiled in blood, the body is taken away.
Stripped of appendages, ungiven choice.
Awaiting intervention, mind without a voice.
Mentally amplify, cerebral lustrate.
Life after bodily death, brain without a face.
Black mother feeds the rancourous scorn, sinful propagate.
Metaphysically entity, redact, coerce, farsense, create.
Infinite years, immortality chained. Aeons herein encased.
Artificial, surrogate overt inhuman waste.
Divorced from purile emotion, hidden humanity,
body, a cremated epitaph. Torso innutility.
Utterance of death's blessing. Funeral absent dream.
Muted in a voiceless uproar, deafened to hear her screams.
Banished to an exile life, prisoner of the brain.
Mind enhancer switches in, with unrelenting pain.
Bodiless mentally, The twisted saint began.
Spawned inside a sterile womb, nurturing the mental man.
[dedicated to Julian May, author of "The Many Coloured Land]
[The Saga of the Exiles in the Pliocene epoch."]
3. Violation Domain
[From : "Transcend The Rubicon", Live]
Crawl on our knees through the gutter
From an untimely demise
By remission of all sins
Forsaking old and wise
Violation of domain
An area of conquest
Which only we have one
Don't stagnate within your self
Transcend the Rubicon
Suffering, torment, anguish, pain
At life's shore slowly breaks the waves
Turn of the tides, revenance of rage
Blistering so were the thoughts
When shackled to a wall
Flagrant ways of conformation
Your death sentence appalled
Now plead for a worthless life
Deny us for your guilt
Escape within the stoney tomb
Which you yourself have built
Independence of a drug
To satisfy the need
Orgies filled with travesty
To sow all mocking seeds
Originality the one
Who's screaming at the crime
Sinister the ways of wisdom
Expand or face the fire
Sterile splinter of self doubt
Thorn in your boney hide
Counterfeit within adept
Colossal is the pride
Breeding cynicism
Grandeur crying in your face
Overture derisive laughter
Hateful human race
Incantation of your thoughts
Upon this mortal coil
Open wide the jaws of hate
Serving them so loyal
Reeking contradiction
When you're laughing as you fail
Believing in your innocence
Tells a sorrowed tale
Autumn fall upon a life
This season at an end
Darkened shadows all around
And yet without a friend
Realisation dawns on you
It's time for you to face
Hateful human race
4. Subconscious Terror
[From : "Subconscious Terror", Live]
Swirling void, unfathomable dark, inner cranial conflict.
Wading in detached reality, infinite illusion.
Dark abstract, vice - Like grip
Subconscious terror!
Never underestimate the unseen.
Brain producing fear and hate.
Overpowering images - The macabre side of you.
Physical untruths, fuel for it's cruel tricks.
What in reality is questioned.
Is reversed into the norm.
Immediate escape! The vital need.
But you've been animated at half speed.
Still you run but trip, down into the bottomless abyss.
Consciousness will slowly dwindle,
As your nightmares assume control.
Float in mental purgatory, subconscious terror.
5. Vision In The Shroud
[From : "The Grand Leveller", Live]
Skin absorption, mystical poison.
Vanished life, bequeathed.
Knock on coffin, shallow burial.
Emerge enslaved, commands obeyed.
Vision in the shroud, effect of curare.
Silence gives consent, killing which you bear.
Face rivers of tears - Slave to kill.
Slow grab for soil - Uncontrollable will.
Moving the earth - Arising from the ground.
Choking unpleasantness - A gurgling sound.
Staggering around, catatonic hellish dance.
Animation fades, into hypnotic trance.
Held back from the gorge, your spirit bound in chains.
Death cannot be reached, (with the) curare in your veins.
Homage to your master, destiny controlled.
Sorrow at your fate, no feelings felt, this story untold.
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